Originally Posted by
miss kenton
Stapfam,
When I was a little girl, my "Dundee Dad" used to make us Clootie pudding. I didn't really find it all that appealing, what with the suet, but he was so excited in making it we ate it as we didn't want to let him down!
Growing up in a Hungarian household, I remember eating and liking
hurka(sp). As I got older I found out it was a blood sausage.
Just thinking about it makes me sick.
